Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 651: A Long Night of Joy and Sorrow.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk was caught off guard by the sudden ambush and stumbled. He instinctively reached out and steadied Yoo Ji-min, who had suddenly bumped into him.

That "Oppa!"—a voice filled with grievance, urgency, yet also sly triumph—pierced my ears.

He looked down and, by the dim light of the entryway, saw the face of the person in his arms.

Liu Zhimin's slightly curled hair brushed against his neck, and her carefully applied makeup appeared somewhat blurred in the night.

But in those strikingly bright almond-shaped eyes, there was a clear burning of extremely complex and intense emotions that had been building up all night.

She felt wronged by his coldness and perfunctory attitude and was eager to know the truth.

There was also an undisguised excitement at successfully infiltrating his home, and a strong possessive desire to assert sovereignty.

The light from the hallway motion-sensor lights outlined her slightly puffed cheeks and her tightly pursed, stubborn red lips. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Does it matter?" Liu Zhimin not only didn't let go, but instead stood on tiptoe, tightened her arms, and clung to him even more tightly like a koala.

Liu Zhimin knows his house password, so why can't he come up?

She tilted her head back, her small nose almost touching his chin, her warm breath mixed with a faint fragrance spraying onto the skin of his neck, bringing a slight itch.

"The important thing is that I'm here now, and I've got you!"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a triumphant smile on her face.

Upon hearing this, Quan Xuanhe smiled helplessly, lifted Liu Zhimin with his thighs, and supported her soft buttocks with both hands, adjusting his grip to make it easier to hold her.

"It was a bit sudden, it startled me."

"cut."

Liu Zhimin's slight smugness was quickly replaced by an even stronger desire to ask more questions, which came out like a barrage of fire.

"Oppa! What happened? What were you doing with them?"

She spoke rapidly, her eyes fixed on him, not wanting to miss any subtle changes in her expression.

"I saw it! His expression was really off. Did he do something to betray me?"

As she spoke the last sentence, her tone suddenly rose, filled with obvious jealousy and accusation, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the fabric of his shirt at his waist.

Quan Xuanhe was jolted awake by her pinch, thinking to himself that this girl was really strong.

Before he could even organize his thoughts to comfort or explain, Liu Zhimin's barrage of words continued.

"And Mi-yeon unnie! Why is she crying? Her eyes are as red as a rabbit's, and her makeup is all ruined!" Yoo Ji-min's voice was full of surprise and doubt.

"I saw it! She was like that as she came down the stairs! Is it related to you? Is it because of what happened on the rooftop? Did she and Tzuyu bump into each other and get into a fight? Tell me, Oppa!"

Her body swayed slightly with her excited words, causing Kwon Seonhyuk, who was being embraced by her, to also lose his balance.

She showed no intention of getting off him, continuing to shake him relentlessly, as if she wouldn't give up until she got an answer.

"Jimin..." Quan Xuanhe tried to speak, wanting her to calm down.

But Liu Zhimin was completely absorbed in her reasoning and urgent verification, and her little mouth never stopped.

"I knew it! Something was off about the party today! Sana unnie was acting weird, Miyeon unnie suddenly started crying like that, and Tzuyu sunbaenim seemed distracted when she came back..."

She spoke faster and faster, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, clearly indicating that the doubts, jealousy, and a touch of mischief that had been building up all night had finally found their only outlet.

"Did you two have a fight? Did Miyeon unnie catch you and Chou Tzu-yu rekindling your old flame? Otherwise, why is she crying so sadly?"

"Yoo Jimin."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's voice was deeper this time, carrying an undeniable force.

He looked down intently at Liu Zhimin, forcing her questioning little head to stop and look directly at him.

Quan Xuanhe looked down at Liu Zhimin, whose little face was tilted up, and the string in his heart that had been taut all night began to hum helplessly.

One problem after another bombarded him: Zhao Meiyan's anger and tears, Zhou Ziyu's calm resolve, the countless relationships that needed to be maintained at the party, and now, there was also the woman in front of him, Liu Zhimin, who was as aggressive and energetic as a little leopard.

"look at me."

Quan Xuanhe's voice rang out, piercing the silence.

He didn't try to explain Liu Zhimin's persistent questioning. He knew very well that any explanation about those two people would only fuel Liu Zhimin's curiosity and fighting spirit, making her dig even deeper without giving up.

Instead of getting bogged down in endless questioning and explanations, it's better to...

He lowered his head slightly and accurately located those warm lips in the darkness. Giving her no further chance to chatter, he silenced all her questions with his actions.

The kiss came unexpectedly and directly, a scene completely different from what Liu Zhimin had anticipated.

She let out a soft moan, her breath caught in her throat, and her arms instinctively tightened their grip. All the unspoken questions were forcefully silenced, turning into a muffled sob between her lips.

Quan Xuanhe tightened his grip on her waist with one hand and supported the back of her head with the other, deepening the kiss and almost half-carrying, half-embracing her as he led her away from the narrow space of the entrance hall.

Liu Zhimin's slender legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, enduring his surging, punishing movements, as they scrambled haphazardly across the cold wall.

Her carefully styled hair fell loose.

She didn't know when, but she had been thrown into the middle of the soft, large bed in the bedroom.

"Hey, it's Kwon Hyun-hyuk!"

Before she could see the dim light clearly, and before he could say anything, Quan Xuanhe pressed down on her without warning.

All those inner fires were ignited at this moment.

a long time.

The clouds and rain stopped.

Liu Zhimin lay limply on the bedsheets, as if her bones had been completely removed, her body slightly curled up, with only her breathing rising and falling violently.

Her long, black hair was spread out in a mess, with a few strands falling across her face.

It took Liu Zhimin a long time to finally muster up a little strength.

She turned her head and glared fiercely at Quan Xuanhe, her eyes filled with anger and resentment, and also with a wronged accusation against him.

"You...you bastard, Kwon Hyun-hyuk!"

"What... what is this?... Is this revenge on me? Just because I asked a few more questions?" Her accusation was weak and feeble, more like a coquettish plea.

Quan Xuanhe turned his head to look at her disheveled yet charming appearance.

His hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his slightly flushed cheeks. He lay there looking weak and listless, only daring to utter harsh words but not daring to lay a hand on her.

He leaned down and casually wiped the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead with his fingertips. The action was a stark contrast to his previous forceful and direct manner, conveying a languid intimacy born of the act.

"What do you think? It's pretty effective at shutting you up." Quan Xuanhe pulled her into his arms, his voice close to hers, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

Liu Zhimin was choked by his ambiguous yet forceful attitude. With her remaining strength, she could only roll her eyes weakly. Her red lips trembled, and in the end, she could only let out a soft whimper that sounded like a cat's cry.

She was so tired that she didn't even want to lift a finger, let alone do anything to resist him.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk stopped teasing Yoo Jimin, and instead bent down to pick up the clothes that had been hastily thrown away on the ground, tossing them even further away, and then walked barefoot across the cool wooden floor.

The sound of the shower started, and soon, just a few minutes later, Quan Xuanhe returned wrapped in a bath towel.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhimin, who was still resting in bed recovering her strength, gradually regained her composure. She propped herself up and got up, preparing to go take a shower as well.

Her jet-black hair and fair skin complement each other, highlighting her refined and aloof temperament.

"Go take a shower, or I'll help you."

Quan Xuanhe walked to the bedside, touched Liu Zhimin's face, and said with a smile.

Liu Zhimin had started her bath in such a hurry that she hadn't even removed her makeup yet, so when the topic of taking a shower came up, she immediately wanted to get up and wash herself.

“Ani! I can do it myself.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhimin struggled to her feet, looked at Quan Xuanhe standing in front of her, punched him in the chest with resentment, and then ran towards the bathroom with small steps.

All that was left for him was a beautiful silhouette.
Liu Zhimin walked barefoot back to the bedroom, her body still damp with the fresh scent of water after her shower.

Under the light, damp hair clung to his slender neck and collarbone, and he wore only a loosely draped oversized shirt, revealing two straight, fair legs.

This languid yet fatally alluring look is exactly the kind of girlfriend style you'd find in a professional photoshoot.

Without looking at Quan Xuanhe, she directly lifted the blanket and crawled inside, naturally nestling into his outstretched arms, her back pressed against his warm chest.

Liu Zhimin shifted slightly, like a cat adjusting its sleeping position, but her hand quietly grasped Quan Xuanhe's arm that was wrapped around her waist, her fingertips unconsciously tracing lightly across his strong forearm.

“Oppa…” Her voice, soft and husky from just having showered, broke the silence, languid yet with a hint of stubbornness.

Quan Xuanhe remained silent, but tightened his arms in a gesture of listening.

Liu Zhimin rolled over, now lying on her side facing him. In the dim light, her eyes sparkled as she stubbornly gazed at his face, so close to hers.

"Why...why is she crying?" Her voice was still soft and sweet, even with a slightly aggrieved nasal tone, trying to evoke his desire to explain.

"Miyeon unnie... your makeup is all ruined... was it with you... and Chou Tzuyu sunbaenim... on that rooftop...?"

Still unwilling to give up, they insisted on asking.

Quan Xuanhe looked at her still burning gaze in the dim light and sighed silently.

This little one's energy recovery ability is truly amazing, or rather, her curiosity and possessiveness are even more so.

He didn't push her away immediately. Instead, he raised his free hand and gently pressed his thumb against her soft lower lip with an irresistible force.

This action carried a clear sense of suppression, instantly reminding Liu Zhimin of the punitive lesson she had received not long ago.

Her body tensed instinctively for a moment, her lips tingling slightly from his touch, and all the questions she wanted to ask stuck in her throat.

“…Oppa!” she mumbled in protest, her voice indistinct, a hint of embarrassment and fear flashing in her eyes, but she didn’t dare to actually pull away from his fingers.

"Aren't you tired yet?" Quan Xuanhe's voice deepened, carrying a languid aftertaste and a hidden warning.

He didn't answer any of the questions directly, but instead asked them in return, gently rubbing her lower lip with his thumb as if to remind her of the consequences.

"now is our recess time."

Liu Zhimin pouted forcefully under his fingers pressing against her lips, and finally, as if deflated, buried her face in the warm crook of his neck.

A muffled sound came from his neck, carrying the last trace of stubbornness:
"Okay, okay... Fine, I won't tell you then..."

With her sharp, deer-like teeth, she harbored a small desire for revenge, yet dared not use too much force. She merely lightly nibbled at his strong shoulder, like a dragonfly skimming the water, before shrinking deeper into his embrace like a vine, holding him tighter as if to absorb all his warmth and breath.

"...You stingy little thing! Go to sleep!"

Quan Xuanhe felt her yielding movements and the subtle nibbling, and a faint smile silently curved the corners of his mouth.

He removed his fingers from her lips and instead gently stroked her long hair, his movements slow and firm.

"Okay, time to sleep."

His voice softened as he responded to her.

As for her previous questions, they were like stones thrown into a deep pool, sinking completely into the silent darkness, without stirring up any ripples of explanation.

Liu Zhimin adjusted her position in his arms to be more comfortable, snuggling close to him and feeling his regular breathing and heartbeat.

Although countless questions still lingered in my mind, exhaustion and subconscious obedience prevailed.

She closed her eyes, let out a long, resigned sigh, and finally chose to give up.

But the slight furrow in his brow still held a lingering sense of bewilderment and a faint, persistent flame of desire for the answer.

The city's neon lights were filtered through the curtains into a blurry band of light that slanted across the bedroom floor.

Zhao Meiyan sank into the soft bed, her body exhausted, but her mind unusually clear.

With my eyes closed, the scenes from the party were exceptionally clear in the darkness.

With her young, beautiful face, tinged with stubbornness and innocence, Liu Zhimin uttered the heart-wrenching words, "Oppa never said that before." Her clear and frank gaze made his insistence on being her girlfriend seem like an over-the-top joke.

And there's a rooftop...

The image of her pushing open the door was etched into her mind. Zhou Ziyu's serene profile, Quan Xuanhe's hand on her shoulder, that abruptly interrupted, intimate atmosphere that no one else could intrude upon…

Like a fine needle, it keeps pricking the most sensitive spot in my heart.

The worried looks in Song Yuqi and Minnie's eyes, the unspoken sigh of Minatozaki Sana, and Chou Tzu-yu's calm yet powerful final glance...

All the details are interwoven and magnified in the darkness.

She turned over and buried her face deep in the pillow.

The pillow was slightly cool, but it couldn't take away the burning sensation on my cheeks.

That lingering feeling of unease, neither here nor there, just won't go away. Is it anger?

Perhaps it was because they felt wronged.

He felt wronged because, despite holding the title of "girlfriend," he always seemed to be at a disadvantage in some kind of invisible confrontation.

Feeling aggrieved by the constant setbacks of his possessiveness in the face of reality.

His comforting words still echoed in my ears; they were like warm spring water, temporarily calming the torrent of my emotions.

She felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

She needs the sense of security that this identity brings, yet she constantly feels the fragility of that security.

Breaking up is impossible; if she chooses to break up, that would be the worst outcome.

She needs to overcome…

To defeat…

She rolled over and lay flat on her back again, staring at the hazy spots of light on the ceiling, her eyes stinging.

The tears I had held back at the party had long since dried up, and now a deeper weariness and confusion welled up inside me.

She pulled the blanket over her head, trying to shut out those chaotic thoughts.

In the darkness, only her own breathing and the heavy thumping of her heart remained. Sleepiness was like a cunning fish; whenever she tried to grasp a bit of its tail, those jumbled fragments would suddenly surge out and muddle her thoughts again.

The night was long, and sleepiness was slow to come.

(End of this chapter)